Sep 22, 2009

the study of a struggle

For a night, a few hours, there was possibility;
A small chance that would disappear once the sun lit the city.
I was left with a hole I didn't know you had occupied,
and now I'm distracted by your absence.
I miss the crack in reality that you and I fell through
together... and fit in so well;
But all I have is the memory,
and a hope that leads back to you, but goes nowhere.


nicole falk said...

:) :(


Anonymous said...

Stubmled across your blog, saw this poem. It is exactly how I feel now...getting over a very rough break up, having to leave the apartment him and I shared, and having that glimmer of hope... you have a natural talent :)